Return after rebirth: The devil who helps his brother becomes the devil who kills his brother

People from the city came very quickly. After lunch, a car stopped at the gate of the Song family. A man and a woman got out of the car, both of good temperament.

The woman picked up the door latch with two fingers and knocked on the door.

"coming."

Song Zhigang pulled on his shoes, trotted to open the door, and welcomed the person in.

"What about the child?"

As soon as she entered the house, the woman took out 30,000 yuan from her bag, threw it on the kang, stood in the middle of the floor, pinched her nose and asked.

The man who came with him didn't even enter the house, he just stood in the yard and waited.

"Quick, Juanzi, bring Yazaizi over."

Song Zhigang glanced at the three piles of banknotes and poked Ma Xijuan.

Little did he know that the man in the yard had already met his second daughter.

Rong Guoan in the yard was stunned. He didn't know whether he was frightened or cold, and there were waves of cold air rising up his back.

Rural families generally like to build a side house on one side of the yard to store some sundries and household items. In winter, they can also pile up some ground sorghum and corn.

And now, the door of the side room of the Song family was half open. There was a little girl in the door. She caught a mouse somewhere and was poking it with a fire stick with sparks on the ground. The big black mouse with its legs tied was The mouse squeaked when it was burned, and the little girl still had a cute smile on her face.

Ma Xijuan went out to look for Song Paner. As soon as she left the house, she saw a man in a cadre uniform standing in the yard. Her face froze, she suddenly took a step back, turned around and shouted: "Sui Jing, Sui Jing, come out quickly, let's go." .”

"what happened?"

Sui Jing had never heard her husband call her in such a panic. She hurriedly ran out without forgetting to take the money on the kang.

In the side room, Song Pan'er put the guillotine that had been used to cut the donkey's grass back to its original position, and cleaned up the rat corpse that had been divided into two halves.

Ah! You coward, how dare you take a living person to bury your tuberculosis son in your previous life?

Wait, sooner or later I will be able to take care of you. For now, let’s scare you and collect some interest first.

The couple got in the car and left regardless of Ma Xijuan's pleas to stay. Ma Xijuan and Song Zhigang's mother and son were left behind with their eyes wide open, not knowing what happened.

"TMD, are you kidding me? Bah, there are so many things going on every day!"

Song Zhigang spat angrily towards the car that was driving away.

After driving for several miles, Rong Guoan finally regained his composure and told Sui Jing in a hoarse voice about the terrifying scene he saw through the crack in the door.

The big rat that was cut in half, the blood splattered everywhere, and the little girl with the sinister smile.

Why would he buy such a lunatic? If one of them was unhappy one day, they would immediately kill their precious son. He would have no place to cry, and both husband and wife shook their backs in fear.

The loss of a child in the family did not affect anyone's life, except Song Pan'er.

There was no one to carry the chicken bowl with her anymore, so she could only feed the chickens one ladle at a time, several times. There was no one to wash the dishes with her, sweep the floor with her, and get scolded with her.

"Damn girl, why are you so lazy? The chicken shit is all at the door of the house. Why don't you know how to shovel it? What's the use of you? Sooner or later, I'll sell you."

Ever since the couple left the city inexplicably that day, Song Zhigang had been angry and started shouting as soon as he entered the yard after get off work.

Song Pan'er threw down the rag in her hand, lowered her head to cover the coldness in her eyes that was inappropriate for her age, and hurriedly went to get a shovel to shovel chicken shit.

Song Zhigang works in a rural mountain farm eight miles away from home.

In the 1990s, the management of mountain forest mining was not perfect. There were always a few mountain farms in ten miles and eight villages. They used explosives to break up the rocks on the mountains and then used tractors to pull them out and sell them.

Song Zhigang was the one who exploded rocks.

Song Pan'er secretly cursed in his heart, why didn't he let the cannon collapse to death?

She hates it, she hates it more and more.

In her previous life, she could only remember the various abuses she suffered afterward. In this life, since she was a baby, she could remember every single thing.

Her mother didn't feed her once since she was a child, and she almost starved to death several times.

When she could not crawl, there was even one time when she was not fed for two days. Song Laier, who had just learned to walk, fed her a mouthful of rice soup, and she survived.

That damn old woman would twist her arm if she had any trouble, and it was common for her to insult her.

As for his father, Song Zhigang, he had never looked at her in the eyes. When he called her, he would either call her a dead bastard or "that one", as if calling her name was contaminated with dirt and tainted him. That noble mouth.

In this family, I am not a person, I am just a lowly slave.

How could she not hate this?

In this life, she never called her parents, nor did she call Mrs. Song grandma. They didn't care, and Song Pan'er didn't care about calling her.

Staring at Song Zhi's back as he entered the room, Song Pan'er didn't know what she was secretly planning in her heart.